Date: Sat, 14 May 2011 01:19:54 +1030
From: Scott Grey <scottgrey08@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: A Helping Hand - Part 2

It's been a few weeks since my big brother jerked me off. I still can't
get over that. My big brother. Jerking me off. I'd hoped it would have
become a daily thing for him to do, but he never brought it up. At least
he was nicer to me now, though. But that's not what was important.
What was important, was that I got my cast taken off a few days ago.

As if he could read my mind, the doctor had told me to go easy with
my arm, but like THAT was ever going to happen. Since it came off,
I'd been masturbating multiple times a day. Before I broke my arm, I
generally did it twice a day. Now though, I was managing it at LEAST
four times a day. Making up for lost time, I tell myself. By the end of
the day, I feel like I've drained myself completely dry. But then I
always manage to shoot one more load when I'm lying in bed. It's
been a pretty great few days.

For me at least. It was the other day, back at school, when the rumours
started circulating. I only heard bits and pieces, but then a friend of
mine filled me in. Turns out my brother's girlfriend had been cheating
on him. Not just with one guy either, four of them. And not just ANY
guys, but my brothers so called best friends. They'd been screwing
around behind his back and somehow it had gotten out and now my
brother was a laughing stock. Even though he'd done nothing wrong,
people still thought he was an idiot for not knowing something was
going on.

Needless to say, he'd been in a pretty bad mood the last couple of
days, mostly staying in his room. I try to talk to him on the rare
occasion I see him outside his room, but he usually ignores me. I want
to help cheer him up, but he won't let me get a word in. I keep
thinking about the promise I made him, to pay him back for getting me
off, but.. it's kind of hard to just bring up. Hey Luke, sorry your
girlfriend was a total bitch, want a hand job? Seems a bit insensitive.
But I still want to do it, I just need to find the right time.

I'm sitting in the lounge room, watching TV when I hear Luke coming
down the stairs. Our parents are still at work, so it's just the two of us.
He walks down the hallway and disappears into the kitchen. I think
about whether I should go in after him, but before I can make up my
mind he's already on his way back, drink in hand.

"Hey.." I tentatively try.

"Hey." Comes the reply, although he doesn't stop or turn to look at
me. Still, it's the most he's said to me in days. Progress. This could be
my chance.

I hop up off the couch and head upstairs, stopping outside Luke's
firmly shut door. I try to think how best to approach this, but can't
really think so I just decide to wing it. I knock on his door.

"What." comes the short reply. He didn't tell me to fuck off, so I take
it as an invitation to go in. I open the door and step inside, trying to
look confident but pretty much failing. Luke is lying on his bed,
wearing jeans and a black t-shirt, flipping through a magazine. Not a
porno though. That probably would have made things easier. He looks
over at me as I close the door and start to make my way closer to him.

"Whaddya want, Sam?" he says, looking back at his magazine. I move
over and sit down on his bed, crossing my feet under me.

"Uh.. I just.. I wanted to see how you were doing?" I try. He shoots me
a look.

"How do you think I'm doing?" he snaps. Okay, that was a stupid
question. My bad.

"Sorry.. It's just, you can talk to me, you know? We're brothers, we're
supposed to talk about things like this.."

"Right, because you've got so much experience when it comes to
having a girlfriend and finding out she's been fucking all your
friends?" he says, rolling his eyes.

"Yeah, okay, so I don't know what it's like, but that doesn't mean you
can't talk to me about it. I mean, it's gotta be better than just sitting up
here alone, sulking all day, right?"

He's quiet for the longest time, just staring at me, before he let's out a
sigh.

"Look, I know you're trying to help Sam, but what can I say? I'm
pissed off, I'm embarrassed, I'm upset. Yeah, I didn't think we'd be
together forever or anything like that, but, you know, I was hoping it'd
end a bit quieter than it did."

My heart breaks a little, seeing him like this. He doesn't deserve this
happening to him. He's a great, fun loving guy who's always nice to
everyone. But now everyone is laughing at him. People are such jerks.

I realize I've been quiet for a bit too long and start to speak up, but
Luke cuts me off.

"So what did you want, Sam?" he asks again, though it's not unkindly.

"I just.. miss hanging out with you, is all. We had fun over the last few
weeks.." I start, thinking how best to continue. I look at my arm and
start to move it around a little.

"My arm is pretty much back to normal now" I say, flexing my fingers
for effect.

"That's great, Sam, I'm really happy for you."

"Yeah... I've spent the last few days breaking it in again.." I say,
watching Luke out the corner of my eyes.  I see a small smile form on
his face.

"Yeah, I'll bet you have" he says with a soft laugh.

"You know.. I haven't forgotten about the promise I made to you?" I
say slowly. I watch as Luke raises an eyebrow.

"You still thinkin' about that?" he says with a smile.

"Well... yeah, it's not every day you get a hand job from your big
brother. It's kind of on my mind a lot. In a good way, I mean.."

"Sam, you know I said you don't need to pay me back, I was just
helping you out while your arm was out of action."

"Yeah, and now I wanna help YOU out." I say, looking him straight in
his amazing blue eyes.

"What, you think because I don't have a girlfriend anymore I'm
completely useless? I'm a big boy Sammy, I can take care of myself."

"No, I know, but.. well.. I wanna help take your mind off things then?"
I hate that I get so tongue tied when I'm nervous. Luke is quiet for a
moment, watching my face and I feel myself starting to go red. This
was a bad idea. Maybe if I leave now, he'll forget I ever came in.

"Alright then, let's get to it." He says suddenly. I'm stunned.

"W-what?" I stammer. He laughs.

"You come in here wanting to jerk me off, and when I give you the go
ahead you try to act all innocent?"

"I just thought it'd take more convincing, you didn't seem too into it"

He flashes me his brilliant smile.

"I was just teasin' ya, Sammy. I'm 17 years old, like I'm going to
knock back an offer for a handjob!"

I feel a little stupid for being so gullible. He always manages to get the
best of me. I consider trying to get him back, but refusing to do it now,
but I'm interrupted by him sitting up and pulling his shirt off.

My eyes are immediately drawn to his perfect athletic chest as he lies
back down, resting his hands underneath his head. His chest is
completely bare, except for the necklace he always wears. The
necklace I got him for his birthday way back when he turned 12. It was
just a black cord with a metallic 'L' hanging off it, that right now was
perfectly centered between his nipples. I remember thinking it was the
coolest thing in the world when I saw it at a market stall I was at with
my mum and I knew it would be the best birthday present ever. I'd
begged mum to let me borrow the money for it and I'd pay her back by
doing extra chores at home, so she'd reluctantly handed over the cash
for it, all of five dollars. So it was just a cheapo piece of junk really,
but I was 10, I didn't know any better. And Luke had seemed pretty
stoked by it when I proudly gave it to him on his birthday. I'm sure he
was just acting for my benefit, but whatever. The fact that he's worn it
ever since always makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside when I
think about it.

"Well? Are you gonna get started or what?" Luke says, snapping me
out of my trip down memory lane.

"Right, sorry" I say, shaking my head clear. I move my hands to top of
his jeans and undo the button, followed by the zipper. Just the thought
of what I'm about to do is getting me hard. I tug the jeans down to his
knees and go to stop, but he tells me to keep going.

"Take 'em right off." He says, and I realize he wants to be completely
naked for this. Fine by me. I keep pulling them down, and stand up so
I can pull them off completely easier.

So now Luke is flat on his back, hands behind his head wearing
nothing more than his black boxer-briefs. I can already see the large
bulge he has in there. I slip my fingers under the waist band and he
lifts his hips slightly, so I can get them down. I slowly pull them down
and there it is. My brothers cock. It's not completely hard yet, but it's
getting there. I tug his underwear the rest of the way off and drop them
onto the floor with his jeans.

I look back at my brother. My brother, lying completely naked in front
of me, waiting for my touch.

"Have at it, Sammy" he says, settling himself in on the bed, smile
plastered on his face. I move over and sit down on the bed beside him,
in line with his knees. I reach my hand out and let it hover over him
for a moment. This is it. I slowly wrap my fingers around his shaft and
he lets out a soft sigh.

Oh wow, this is actually happening. I don't move, I just hold his cock
for a while, feeling the incredible heat in my hand, feeling as it grows
bigger by the second. I can't take my eyes off it. I've seen it many,
many times before, but never up this close, and certainly never in my
hand. I swear it's actually gotten bigger since the last time I saw it.

"You gonna do anything? Or just stare at it?" Luke says, and my eyes
dart up to his face, meeting his. He looks his normal confident self, but
I can see a desperation behind his eyes. He wants this just as bad as I
do.

I slowly begin to move my hand up and down, and I watch as his smile
spreads even bigger and he closes his eyes.

"Mmm.." he sighs. I smile to myself and can feel my own cock
throbbing in my pants. I return my attention down to Luke's. We're
both uncut, so I decide to start out doing something I like. I stroke
downwards, pulling his foreskin all the way down, as far as it goes,
before bringing my hand back up, covering his head again.

"Mm, yeah, that's good.." he mumbles. I keep going, slow, deep
strokes, listening to Luke's deepening breaths. I bring my hand to a
stop, just beneath his head, so I can rub my thumb over its tip,
spreading the pre-cum that is leaking out. His hips buck a little as I
move my thumb all around.

I begin to stroke him again, quicker this time, getting him all worked
up. He's moaning almost non stop and I've gotta say, the fact that it's
because of me he's moaning is turning me on so bad, I can feel myself
starting to leak pre-cum of my own.

"Oh god that feels good.." Luke says, arching his back. I look at his
flexing muscles and place my free hand on his chest, pushing him back
down. I've always wanted to touch my brother's chest so I take
advantage of the moment. I keep up my pace jerking him, while I start
to slowly massage his chest with my left hand.

His chest is so firm under my hand, I feel jealous. I wish I had a body
like his. I keep up my exploring, letting my fingers rub his hard
nipples. This elicits a short gasp from him, so I keep it up. I gently
squeeze his left nipple, drawing another moan from him. He moves his
right hand from under his head and places it on my arm, gripping it,
rubbing it up and down as I continue to play with his nipple.

"Yeah, that's it, keep goin.." he sighs. I think I might actually end up
blowing my own load, the way he's gripping me. I remember when
Luke did me, how he suddenly stopped, so I decide to give him a taste
of his own medicine and take my hand away from his cock.

"Fuck, what're you doing??" he shouts, eyes flying open, shooting me
a questioning look. I smirk down at him, letting him squirm for a bit
before picking his cock back up again. He lets out a sigh of relief,
rubbing his face with his hands as I jerk my fist up and down as fast as
I can.

"Oh man, oh man, you're gonna make me cum so bad" he moans as I
keep going. I watch as his balls bounce up and down with my
movements. I can't resist, so I grab them with my left hand and lightly
tug on them. They feel great in my hand, big and heavy. I roll them
around a bit before letting go again.

Luke is gripping the pillow behind his head now, while he thrusts up
into my hand.

"Oh fuck yeah, baby, keep goin'" he groans. Baby. Is he thinking
about his ex? I can't blame him if he is, but I wish it was me he was
focusing on. I feel a little silly. He's had hand jobs before, blow jobs
and even had sex. I'm probably not even doing that great a job.

"You're fuckin' incredible Sam" he says, as if he could read my mind.
I feel myself beaming. Okay, he's thinking about me. I slow my pace a
little bit, teasing him the way he did to me. His cock is rock hard in my
hand, I can feel it pulsing, he's going to blow any second. I decide he's
suffered enough and plan to finish him off.

"Ohh I'm gonna cum, Sammy, I'm gonna cum!" he moans, biting
down on his bottom lip. I'm jerking him as quick as I can, watching as
his muscles begin to tighten up. I feel like I'm about to cum, without
even touching myself. I've leaked so much pre-cum there's an obvious
dark patch on my jeans.

Luke is panting now, writhing at my touch and it's blowing my mind
that I'm the one making him feel like this. He starts to buck his hips up
and down, his muscles are completely tense and I know this is it.

"Ohhhhh fuck fuck fuck" he shouts as he starts to cum. The first rope
of cum flies straight up into the air before tumbling back down to
splash onto his chest. The second burst follows immediately, landing
up his stomach, but it's the third blast, the third long strand that gets
me in the face. I'm totally stunned. I can feel the hotness of it as it
clings to my left cheek, running down to my chin.

Luke hasn't noticed yet, still moaning, not a care in the world, just
enjoying the waves of pleasure that are rushing through him. He's
totally drenched in his own cum. And he said I came a lot. The amount
Luke just shot, is STILL shooting, looks like it could drown someone.

I slow my stroking now, squeezing his still hard cock, making sure
every last drop is out. Luke's breathing is starting to slow, though he
still looks like he's on a high, not coming down any time soon. His
cock is slick in my hand, which is also pretty slick, covered in his cum.
My brothers cum. I give his cock a few last strokes, before I finally let
it go, watching as it starts to soften.

"Oh man, Sam, I've had hand jobs before, but that? That was
something else!" Luke says and I can't help but break into a big grin.

"Glad you liked it"

"LIKED it? That was the best hand job I've ever had! I'm telling you
Sammy, you were a billion times better than any girl. Fuck!" he says,
looking totally relaxed. Then his eyes move to my cheek, noticing the
cum that is plastered over it. He starts to laugh.

"Oh man, I'm sorry dude!" he says, sitting up a bit and wiping it off
my cheek with his thumb. His touch feels nice.

"It's okay, it was a pretty impressive load" I say

"What can I say, you must bring out the best in me" he laughs and I
join him. We fall into a comfortable silence for a moment, before I
notice his eyes on my crotch.

"You want me to take care of that for you?" he says, indicating the
obvious erection I have in my pants. I want more than anything to have
him touch me again, but I also want today to be just about him.

"Nah, today is just for you. Besides, I can take care of myself again
now!" I say with a wink.

"Do it here, then" Luke says. Whoa, is he asking me to jerk off in front
of him? He watches me with a small smile. I don't know how he
manages it, but even though he's the one completely naked and
covered in cum, he's so confident and acting like this is the most
normal thing in the world.

"You want me to jerk off for you?" I finally ask.

"Well, it's only fair, you owe me for all the times you used to watch
me jerk off." He says and my heart skips a beat. He knew about that?

"W-what? I don't..." I start but he cuts me off with laughter.

"Come on Sam, I'm not an idiot. I lost track of the number of times I'd
come back into my room of a night after having a shower, to see that
my closet doors were slightly ajar? Plus I could hear you breathing in
there" he said with a smirk.

I cast my mind back to the first time it happened. I was 12 years old
and thought that hiding in Luke's closet and jumping out at him when
he came back from his shower would be the funniest thing in the
world. Even better if I could make him drop his towel!

I remember him coming back into his room and crossing over to his
bed. The closet was in line with the foot of his bed so I had a good
view of him through the crack in the doors. I was just about to burst
out and scream at him, when he let his towel drop to the ground. At
this point in my life, I'd seen Luke naked, but never sporting an
erection like he had then. I'd been getting erections for a while now,
but I'd had no idea what to do with them. But I was about to find out.

Luke had sat down on his bed, grabbing his dick in his hand and
starting to stroke it. I had no idea what he was doing, I figured he was
scratching himself, or something like that. But then he'd laid back on
his bed, and kept working his fist up and down his shaft. He was lying
across his bed, with his feet still on the ground, so it was a pretty good
angle to be watching from. I'd heard him moaning and thought he was
about to start crying for some reason, but then he'd cum and I almost
cried out in surprise. I'd never seen anything like what I was seeing
then, the strands of milky white fluid flying through the air and onto
his chest. I thought something must have been wrong. But Luke hadn't
looked upset or sick. Just the opposite, he'd been smiling. He'd
glanced over in my direction, but I'd been pretty certain he hadn't
known I was there.

Until now of course. Damn.

"I.. was curious..?" I offered lamely. Luke laughed.

"Yeah, I figured. That's why I kept going, hoping maybe you'd learn a
thing or two. And I had. I'd waited in the closet until Luke cleaned up
and put some pants on and then left the room to take his towel back.
I'd quickly ran out and back to my room where I pulled my own pants
down, freeing the erection I'd had since Luke had dropped his towel.
I'd grabbed my cock and started doing what I'd seen Luke do and
realizing how fucking amazing it felt. And that was how I'd had my
first orgasm. I hadn't shot any cum, but it still felt fantastic.

On and off since then I'd hid myself in Luke's closet whenever he was
in the shower, hoping for another show. I was never disappointed. I'd
thought I must have had great luck for him to do it every time I was
hiding, but in reality, Luke was putting on a show for me.

"So, you gonna do it?" Luke asks and at this point I'm rock hard and
ready to blow. Unzipping my pants is all the answer I give. Luke grins
and settles back for a show.

I kneel on his bed and pull my jeans and underwear down to my knees
before lowering myself back down so my ass is resting on my heels. I
wrap my fingers around my cock and waste no time getting right to it,
pumping up and down with all my energy.

"I'm not gonna last long" I say truthfully.

"S'ok, you just enjoy yourself"

I let out a moan, both from the pleasure and the thought of Luke
watching me. I know I'm not going to last much longer. I rise into a
kneeling position again, stroking furiously.

"That's it Sammy, keep going" Luke says and just hearing his voice is
enough to push me over the edge. I double over, throwing my left arm
out to support myself as I reach the point of no return.

"Oh fuck!" I cry, fist still at work between my legs, balls bouncing up
and down. I start to cum before I can think about where I should be
aiming my load. Strand after strand shoots out, landing all over Luke's
bed, but I don't really care right now. All I'm thinking is how good I
feel, sliding my hand up and down my slick cock, on my brothers bed,
in front of my naked brother.

My breathing is still heavy and I feel like I'm about to pass out. I use
the last of my strength to push myself back into a sitting position,
resting on my heels again, still slowly stroking myself, though I'm
pretty sure I've got every last drop. Then I feel Luke put his hand on
my thigh and grip it lightly.

"Atta boy" he says. I hope he never lets go of me. I try to catch my
breath as I grin at him. Then my eyes fall to the mess I've made all
over his bed.

"Sorry about that.." I say sheepishly. Luke shrugs.

"No point worrying about it now. Just enjoy the moment." He says,
gently rubbing my thigh, before taking his hand away. Damn.

"So.." I start "was I good?"

He smiles at me.

"Yeah Sam, you put on a great show." He says, before continuing "I
have a confession to make though" I must look startled, because he
starts laughing again.

"Chill Sam, it's nothing bad. It's just, that's not the first time I've
watched you jerking it"

My eyes go wide.

"What? When? Are you for real..?"

I honestly can't think of a time he would have watched me. I was
pretty careful about when I jerked off.

Luke gives me a mischievous grin.

"I'll tell you about it some other time."

I start to protest but he gestures at his alarm clock.

"You wanna get busted by Dad like this? He'll be home soon" he says.

Oh shit, I hadn't realized how late it had gotten. I get off the bed and
pull my pants up, hastily stuffing myself back in. It's going to take a
bit more than that to get Luke cleaned up though.

"Go grab me some tissues, would ya?" he asks and I nod in agreement.
Just as I'm about to leave his room I look back over my shoulder.

"This isn't over, you know."

Luke's face breaks into a wide smile.

"Oh, I know, Sam" he says, his sparkling blue eyes meeting mine. "I
know."